Chapter 411: First Siege

This round of stone-throwing attacks had extremely poor results, barely hitting anyone, which gave the Suiren Clan soldiers great confidence; Baoxi, watching the battle from afar, also discovered that this time, his soldiers had actually come up with such a good method, and so his mood immediately improved a lot.

Seeing that almost no one was hit, everyone became reckless and began to sprint toward the city wall at a faster speed; the soldiers on the city wall could not help but feel a bit nervous, but they still had plenty of confidence—with such a high city wall, if there was no way to scale it, then they would only be left to be slaughtered unilaterally.

After this round of stone-throwing ended, the next round of attacks began immediately; if they delayed any longer, the catapults would no longer be effective, and there was also the possibility of accidentally injuring their own people.

But this round also did not cause much damage; after two rounds, Baifeng estimated that only about ten people had been killed, which, for this force of a thousand, could be said to be of no consequence.

Yishang, standing by the side, tried his best to keep his composure, but watching the enemy getting closer and closer, he still couldn't help but ask: "King, should we use the Bombs? If we throw the Bombs now, the power is still quite sufficient; even if they spread out, we can still cause enough damage."

Baifeng raised his head to stop him: "No need to rush; those still need to wait until their personnel are sufficiently dense to be used well. If you use them now, what will you do if you scare them away?"

He then pointed to the opposite bank of the river: "Look, there are still tens of thousands of people on the other side; there are plenty for you to kill. I'm only afraid that by then, you won't be able to throw the Bombs fast enough. For now, let everyone practice their skills; at least, let every soldier present be able to get one head."

Yishang was stunned: "King, do you mean... to let the soldiers go out of the city to meet the battle and then cut off the enemies' heads? This... is not good, right? We are guarding the city wall, and they can't get up; if we go out of the city, we will inevitably suffer casualties."

Only then did Baifeng suddenly realize that although he had been in this era for many years, words and terms that they would misunderstand would still suddenly pop up, so he had to explain: "Understand 'head' as the number of enemies killed. Let everyone at least be able to kill one enemy today, and not rely on Bombs or stone-throwing; let everyone use the Bow and Crossbow."

Yishang breathed a sigh of relief; the King shouldn't really do that, and Huaxia really didn't need to incur those meaningless losses now.

So Yishang had someone pass the order to stop the catapult attacks, and for everyone to prepare their Bow and Crossbow, and once the distance was reached, to fire at will.

Once the order was given, the soldiers on the city wall were excited, their hands even trembling a little; they could finally kill the enemy, so one by one, they reached for the boxes of Arrows placed to the side, took out an Arrow, nocked it on the Crossbow, pulled the string, and prepared to fire at any moment.

The archers and sharpshooters were all elites; they used Hard Bows, which had long range and great power, and they all used Iron Arrowheads, but the drawback was that it was strenuous and the rate of fire was slow, so they were not in a hurry, but instead picked their targets among the enemies; they all wanted to kill those strongest enemies who looked like Leaders.

Ordinary soldiers all used Crossbows, and the proportion was the highest; now, those using bows were actually the minority.

The Suiren Clan soldiers, when they were very close to the city wall, still did not look up, but focused their gaze on the city gate; now they were no longer scattered, and began to gradually close in, heading toward the direction of the city gate.

The Huaxia soldiers did not need anyone to give an order to fire, because the order was to fire at will once the distance was sufficient, but they still tried their best to aim, because although there were many enemies, the enemies attacking now were basically the same number as those on their city wall, which meant that you probably only had one or two chances to fire; if you missed your first Arrow, there would be none left for you.

It was unknown who fired the first Arrow, but after hearing the sound of the bowstring, the crowd no longer hesitated and pulled the Banjiji to fire at the targets they had been aiming at for a long time; a great wail immediately rose from below, but many people, after being hit by Arrows, continued to run and did not fall.

Only those enemies hit in the head or chest by the archers would fall on the spot, and after wailing a few times, they would fall silent.

Huangpin was lucky enough that an Arrow grazed his shoulder and did not hit him, but when the people around him kept wailing and falling, it still made him break out in a cold sweat instantly.

So he immediately turned around and ran into the distance without hesitation, while not forgetting to call for those who hadn't fallen to flee quickly, because he knew that the Arrows had a range limit; as long as he ran fast enough and far enough, the Arrows could not hurt him.

Once they ran out of the range of the Arrows and did not see any flying stones coming from overhead, he was finally able to carefully observe this city.

On the city wall, there were soldiers holding strange Weapons and bows; those strange Weapons could also fire Arrows, just like using a bow horizontally; he didn't know what the idea behind it was, but it was undeniable that the power was equally great.

The city wall was too high for them to climb with their bare hands, and the fact that it could hold so many people meant it was also thick enough; there was no chance to dig through it, and that city gate, which seemed to be a weak point, now made him suspicious of whether it was really that fragile, because he couldn't see a single guarding soldier at the gate; logically, Huaxia should have placed their defensive focus on the most vulnerable place, but in this situation, was that city gate really fragile?

The more Huangpin thought about it, the more sweat flowed down his head; even the autumn breeze blowing couldn't make him feel any chill, until a soldier who had escaped back beside him vomited blood while clutching his wound, and a scream finally pulled his thoughts back.

He hurriedly turned back to look at the opposite bank; now they had managed to escape once again, and if the Tribal Chief were to blame them, they would only have a dead end, and he seemed to be the first one to run; what to do, what to do? His heart became increasingly panicked.

But he did not see the Tribal Chief make any move, only continuing to let the soldiers cross the river.

Baoxi watched the entire battle and did not say much, instead feeling that these soldiers were relatively rational and didn't just know how to charge blindly; at least, by now they had figured out some of Huaxia's attack methods, but it was a pity that only one or two hundred of those people remained.